Text: Running Wild. Preacher.

Friday night, the thirteenth and the ruins of a crow
Dark figures come together for an awful vow
They have sworn to Satan to celebrate a black mass
Damned rites are prepared, black angels they bless

Demon devil, preacher's peril

Snake blood and poison, the cauldron is boiling
Condemn the holy cross, black rites are soiling
Witches are dancing 'round the altar
Prayin' to the master to celebrate the holy war

Demon devil, preacher's peril

Demon devil, preacher's peril

Since million years, religion keeps knowledge of the dark
The church discloses sacred rules to mark
They are full with ignorance if they don't realize
There is more than they can see of all religious size

Demon devil, preacher's peril